Jeraz the summer heat Plentiful in harvest under orange moonsDank like Earth Thick with blood spilled from the goatSacrificed at sunset Heavy like the muscles of oxen That plow our autumn fields Color-full like dry leaves blazing Redorangeyellowbrown Like the clever souls of beggars Who love the sunheat on subtle sands JERAZ stimulates the fruitful Fall winds Pumpkins and squash still with soil Clinging used in my stew Nourishment The satiety of the wild tiger after a meal

JERAZ, the Self-happy

JERAZ, theFresh full belly on theNew journey at first morning’s lightGreeted by birdsong

Magnificent. I will add your proposal for replacement of Jesus the Crucified with a dancing symbol that of harvest-feast, winter-wealth.

Halloween and Christmas are among our societal existential meat. I consider anyone who doesn’t appreciate such holidays and wants to degrade them, such as school district administrators, to be less than the little beetle I saw crawling around here a couple days ago, before it got too cold for it.

Beetles are ok in my book. But they don’t like the cold. Only hot earthsouls like the cold, we like to plunge ourselves into snow drifts as N said.

Jesus doesn’t own Christmas, Christmas owns Jesus. JESUZ. Yes I’ll transform him into a proper rune, so he can finally get down from that fucking cross and do a shaman dance on top of some pumpkins an Santa cookies.

SISYPHUS: "Well, I don't celebrate Christmas as it is a Christian holiday but I do give out candy to any kids who come by on Halloween night. Halloween was important for me when I was a kid."

FC: "Yeah, Thrasys point here is that we can do away with the Christian nature of Christmas and consecrate it anew as the celebration of the winter solstice, the "return of the light in the dark" the point where the days will become longer.

From roughy december 21st to 24st the sun "stations" from our perspective, symbolized perversely by Jesus 3 nights death after which he resurrected on Christmas Day, when the days begin to lengthen.

There is absolutely no reason to hold on to the disgusting image of a scantily clad malnourished guy on the cross to recognize this practically very significant point in time and celebrate it.

These ancients were sick to the bone.I ve always hated Christmas for its dark and prudent solemnity that it represents in Europe. Ive always liked the excess, the familial joy the Americans projected into it. And Capable's step here is the final one: Christmas is now, per philosophic decree, detached from the crucified."

Getting bombarded with rocks of hail that are about to smash the windows and the rain is coming in on such an sharp angle against the glass, it sounds as though the rain would slice you open if the windows gave way.

I might have to unplug the main computer and take it downstairs in case the roof caves in...

I tell you, these tropical storms are something else. It just depends on how long they stay around. The storms up here feel as though they're right above you. The crash of the thunder is almost deafening. I have to plug my ears or it feels my ear drums will shatter. The lightening is spectacular though. Just constant flashes and explosions. For a second or two, it's almost like daytime. The house is rumbling and the ground shaking. Tree branches are crashing onto the roof. My poor birds...

The last massive storm we had up here was about 5 years ago. It didn't stop teaming with rain for nearly two months. I'd never seen it rain that hard in my entire life and it went on for day after day after day. It was as though the house was sitting under a waterfall - no let up, just constant 100% waterfall. You could hardly see further than a couple of feet in front of you. I was locked away from everyone for ages but I kinda liked it. It was like living alone in the tropical jungle. Scary but exciting. Nobody to rely on but yourself.

This one aint anywhere near as bad - so long as a tree doesn't come through the roof or hail smashes through the windows, I'll be fine...

Among the Yamana-Yaghan people the Kina is both a ceremony and an architectural structure. Called the Great Hut, or men’s lodge, its membership is restricted to adult initiated males. On occasion a woman has been admitted to the Kina, but only after she satisfies the male members that she can be trusted with the Kina secrets. In 1922 Gusinde attended a ceremony in which one woman was singled out to receive this honor.

The following version of the Yamana origin myth of the Kina is shortened from Gusinde (1961: 1238-49):

The chief goal of the group of men at their Kina is to remind the female population anew of their superiority and to make all the women definitely feel their greater power .... The women were the first to perform Kina. At that time the women had sole power; they gave orders to the men who were obedient, just as today the women obey the men. The men also sat in back at the stern, the women in front at the bow of the canoe. All the work in the hut was performed by the men, with the women giving orders. They took care of the children, tended the fire, and cleaned the skins. That is the way it was always to be.

The myth continues to relate how the women invented the Great Kina Hut “and everything that goes on in it”, and then fooled the men into thinking that they were spirits. “They stepped out of the Great Hut...painted all over, with masks on their heads.” The men did not recognize their wives, who, simulating the spirits, beat the earth with dried skins “so that it shook.” Their yells, howls, and roars so frightened the men that they “hastened into their huts, and hid, full of fear.” The women continued their dreadful performances, holding the men in “fear and submission” so that they should do all the work as the women had ordained.

One day the Sun-man, who supplied the women-spirits in the Kina hut with an abundance of game, while passing a lagoon overheard the voices of two girls. Being curious, he hid in the bushes and saw the girls “washing off painting that was characteristic of the ‘spirits’ when they appeared.’“ They also were practicing imitations of the voice and manner of the daughters of the Sun, both prominent spirits in the Kina hut. Suddenly the Sun-man confronted them, insisting that the girls reveal to him “what goes on in the Kina hut.” Finally they confessed to him: “It is the women themselves who paint themselves and put on masks; then they step out of the hut and show themselves to the men. There are no other spirits there. It is the women themselves who yell and howl;

in this way they frighten the men.” The Sun-man then returned to the camp and exposed the fraudulent women. In revenge the men stormed the Kina hut, and a great battle ensued in which the women were either killed or transformed into animals, and “from that time on the men perform in the Kina hut; they do this in the same manner as the women before them.” A new social order thus came to prevail among the Yamana. The women, once the proud owners of the Kina and its secrets, gave them up and became subordinate to the men.

TiwazTiger-styleThunderbolt straight into the crown of your head when you fuck upSupreme Judge, Zeus flanked by AresTitle for the Highest, High Praise, Masculine Might"Eagle in the Sky"Law, whole hearted reason, no compromise before valuesConsistency, what prevails, Truth.

In short, what the Gods have granted us to do by dint of learning, we must learn. What is hidden from mortals we should try to find out from the Gods by divination; for to him that is in their grace the Gods grant signs.

Hecate is badass for sure. Infinite longing, or rather a vessel into which can be discharged endless amounts of impassioned vitality. I believe she may be somewhat more sparing with what she gives back, though; it depends on what you give her.

The gods do not give one fucking fuck for any stupid shit. Hence, for most people or most of the things people do. Maybe that's why we get along so well, me and the gods. Because I am the same way.

She is very mysterious. I was originally under the impression that she is the "crone" to complete he generational trinity of Persephone, Demeter and, thus, Hecate, but I have come to learn that this is a later interpretation.